Thinkman Life Is A Fulltime Occupation Watchman, Walkman, Thinkman (Later Retitled The T --------------------------- Watchman, Walkman Touch ground, Thinkman I must attack the heartless giant From inside while others sleep Infiltrate production lines Of broadcasting elite Who elevate the meaningless With finance and impressions of what other people need. The network never weeps It never cries for you to stop There's a naked head to rescue It's so lonely at the top. We are the men of tomorrow And we wish you were here -- Wish you were here... Watchman, Walkman Touch ground, Thinkman I must ignite the frozen conscience When the mind that rules is weak Sabatoge the air waves Till the cowards are in retreat Crush the casual hand before it signs away The only antidote for a corporation seat. The network never weeps It never cries for you to stop There's a virus in the system Fighting apathy with shock We are the men of tomorrow And we wish you were here -- Wish you were here... Watchman, Walkman Touch ground, Thinkman... The network never weeps It never cries for you to stop ------------------------------------ Guitars: KEITH MORE, JAMIE WEST-ORAM